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Generation “Crimson”

Consider I not the sweet but sour
 my teeth do gnash this late night hour

Sorrow makes the news... a constant reality
 as Love gains distance from humanity

A crimson generation we've become
 No fire works, we prefer guns and exploding bombs

And to what end is all the killing- what creed?
 lives-limbs lost, fulfilling what need?!
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She could have been our mother,
 They could have been your kin

... They were!

They are!

I am!

We are!
So whats with all the blood spilling?

...O Love be our volition to find!
 That this generation may regain its title-
 "Man-KIND" 

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This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is KINDNESS- Dalai Lama

The Binge

Glasses clank and voices raise,
Whilst in ‘spirit
Jubilant souls to Bacchus praise.
Earlier scene of sober gathering,
Bodies now lay intoxicated,
Slain by California Kings.

Before we lost our wings

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Laughing angels dancing round burn fires
Drenched with youthful spirit and innocence
Life is a dream, in our small frames once lived

Imagination fueled young desires
Cowboys ‘n’ Indians, we played in pretense
By day-dream’s Never-land we are captive

Boisterous as chirping birds on a wire
Love and friendship we share in transparence
Being naughty or nice without motive

Trampoline jumping, higher and higher
Skirts raise and the boys stare with pure essence
“Girls wear weird shorts”-   minds still uncorruptive

That age, care-free will I always admire
Day-dreams, laughs, tears…  flickers from burn fires

Its about  Trireme Sonnet tonight on dVerse and we have Samuel Peralta taking us through the motions 🙂

The Sonnet consists of four tercets (with rhyme scheme ABC-ABC-ABC-ABC), followed by a heroic couplet (with rhyme taken from one of the above tercet lines, AA, or BB, or CC).

Read more about it here: Form for All: On Midwinter, Magic Realism, and a Trireme Sonnet. Please feel free to join us at the bar 🙂

Cheerio! 😉

GRAFFITI

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Its a dVerse  thing y’all and for today’s host we have  (Meeting the Bar: Graffiti Poetry)

Join in if you DARE!!!! 😉

 

Undressed

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Barren
Stretched out
Naked
and
Reaching

Abortion
due to season

Unclothed,
Anticipating the embrace,
The white, crystal cloak
soon to bare over…
Blistering winds
do shake the buds,
Your ovaries
left
in cryogenic sleep,

yet

the
beauty
of your form
the
intricacies
of your fingers
the
vulgarity
in your structure…

Imagery savored in pixels

Your nakedness
relished
till yet another season…

Today @ dVerse Poets, Brian Miller is hosting Poetics and the prompt is based on photographic art inspiration (Photograph all provided by SueAnn) … Feel free to join in the fun! 🙂
Thanks Brian! 🙂

Ex..aaam Fever! (dVerse)

At the thought of an Examination my bowel gives way
The mention conjuring huge beads of sweat.
Recollection of question filled sheets with few hours to complete
Panic besets me and suddenly I need to take a sh…

Is it me or is the classroom spinning  fast?
Someone PLEASE shut the windows!
Chills and Hot flashes descend my confused body
The room seems to grow smaller with each minute so I eject

Tick-Tock! Tick-Tock! Time moving fast
Question filled sheet still lay unanswered
Outside, my body with a mind of its own renders mine helpless
Fresh air, water on face and a moment with “John” does the trick!

Back and ready to resume the intellectual battle
Not much time left but I give it my best
A race against time before the “pens up!”
…The situation for most of my youth

Deliverance came in grasping:

Life is one BIG TEST!
Failure is not death,
Mistakes occur for us to learn,
and it is with confidence most battles are won

Now a case of mind over matter
I have bowel movements only test periods after
To my fear of failure I have waved goodbye
Though the mention of an Ex….aaaam will still stir my  butterfly 😉

Tonight on dVerse (http://dversepoets.com/2012/10/13/poetics-poeticaphobia/) the challenge is to write a poem about a phobia or something that scares you. I have written about a real phobia of mine, which I battled for most of my youth. Today however, I am glad to tell you that I have 90% of this fear under control… Progress, no! 😉
Thanks Stuart for such a wonderful night at the bar! 🙂

 

An Englyn Milwr Banter (dVerse)

Staring into the nothingness before
Inspiration flat, no thoughts of lore
ALAS! EUREKA! a spark of grandeur!

and then I write:

To give ones love and yet be kept in thirst
Many are the souls blessed with such a curse
Yet to live and not have loved is much worse

Today on dVerse (http://dversepoets.com/2012/10/11/formforall-englyn/) we are taking a look at the Englyn (plural Englynion). This is an ancient form of Celtic poetry.

Traditionally the Englyn was used to praise or mock someone well-known. Because of their brevity, they can distil ideas or emotion in a concise verse.

There are eight different forms of Englyn. I have chosen the Englyn milwr

Englyn milwr

This is the soldier’s Englyn, which consists of three seven syllable lines, all of which rhyme.

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Thanks Sue Judd! I hope my poem did some justice to today’s topic 🙂

Red

Today on dVerse, Anna Montgomery is taking us through the art of contemporary poetry. When I wrote “Red” earlier on in the year I thought it was just out right weird, but after reading her article I understand this piece even more.

Happy reading and please meet up with Anna at http://dversepoets.com/2012/10/04/meeting-the-bar-postmodern-prose/ for an education on Contemporary Poetry

Cheers!

festivalking's avatarFestival King

I’m not sure it makes sense anymore, how could it come to this?…. Maybe I should have seen it from the get go but all I saw was “Red”…

I fell in love with beauty I had never known. Vibrant, Sexy, Intelligent, Creative… A perfect gift of Cupid’s to me. She would be my gem and fortune, and she was. We gave into each other absolutely;  the perfect couple… Everything was “Red”, but time is a wicked thing…. With it that vibrant color begins to wear and a faded texture I see.

Cupid’s gift gradually morphs into a fiendish curse. Aggression and anger is its gift to us. She, still my rare beauty, I look at her and the devil wears Prada comes to mind. My “Red” beautiful, powerful and yet vain flower.

Quarrels over the slightest matters ensue… Initially welcome, as passionate acts of reconciliation fuel “bittersweet” to a…

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